Tilty Claret

Cassyt lives a day to day life of doing quests. Until a unforseen foe arises. With the help of teammates Cassyt must defeat the newfound enemy.

This story of a kingdom, a mother, and a naive son. A world filled with politics and power, where one betrays the other. A son who dosen't want to help his mother and a dead father. A queen with no time to mourn. Welcome to the world of the Sol Empire. Hey! Thanks for reading in, this is actually my very first web-novel and a recent friend of mine told me that I could try uploading it here. I really like writing stories for fun with depressing fantasy music on the side. If you have any criticism for me, please do tell me, i'm always willing to improve! Thank you, and have a good day (PS, will upload a new hand drawn cover. 1 man business here–– help- how do you use Inks Tone I-)

Good and Evil, Saint and Devil, Light and Darkness. Why completely base someone with one of those words alone? Why can't a person be both at the same time? No one is completely perfect after all. Claret, a name with unsurpassed legend resound throughout the entire land of Edhel bringing forth both reverence and dread to the entire races that reside in that world. A person who has saved countless lives that she has been called a Saint and at the same time a person who has been called a harbinger of chaos and destruction that she has been called a Devil. A Heretic Person that completely defies the common sense and millennium of beliefs of the entire races in the Land of Edhel. Despite having been called with numerous names and titles her whole life living in a Different World, there is one thing that Claret can entirely accept when it comes to herself, and that is, she is a person who has miraculously survive while accidentally coming from Different World. . "I am a bit late... but I am here now." A small delicate hand covered with blood extended and grasp the shaky larger hand of the severely injured person sitting on the ground before her. And with that one simple move alone, an overwhelming warmth and affections swell up greatly inside of him. "Umm..:" . As a heart-wrenching pain echoing out loudly at the empty space, the rampaging young woman has distinctly felt when a warm arm has suddenly wrapped up all around her body causing her unstable mind that has been screaming with sadness to become more conscious. "You are not alone... I am here..." At this moment, as her entire being is basking on his presence that is hugging her from behind, Claret perfectly knew that in this entire world, she is not alone. Warning: Violence, Death, Tragedy, Mature Contents This will become a Dark Fantasy Theme Slow Pace at the start~ LoveableChubby#1263 - Come Chat With Me :) https://discord.gg/2XXK28V - Please Be a Member? First Time making a Server hahah Commission the Book Cover to Lufi_ays https://www.instagram.com/lufi_ays/ https://twitter.com/lufi_ays

“Nate, come here please.. I thought you’d draw me a big heart!” Claret sulked after Nate walked out of the room without telling her but of course she’d notice! “I thought you said you’d do everything for me..” This almost four year old Claret cried over being left alone in the room now. A big room always makes her heart pound faster every time. But the sound of the door unlocking made her whip her head up just a few seconds later. Nate entered with water colors and colored pens. “Wow! Those are amazing and many!” Claret exclaims. Long forgotten her sulking. “Wouldn’t it be nice Claret that I’d paint your heart with a lot of colors, see?” Nate had that airy in between word spoken sound as he is having a two front broken teeth. To which Claret giggled on. “Oh, Nate, I’d love that but you have to repair your broken teeth first so you’d be my handsome prince!” Claret spoke and then giggled. “I’d repair my teeth and I’d repair your heart too, you’ll see.” Said Nate with so much conviction that made Claret once again giggle because of his toothy speech. “But you see, I don’t want to be a prince! I want to be a doctor and save everyone’s life. I think that includes you too.” Nate retorted as convinced as ever be and even pointed Claret by the end of his sentence for emphasis. By this time, Nate went to his mother who was talking to Claret’s mother amusingly as the two witnessed that sweet exchanges of their children and also, to fetch Claret. His friend, Claret, no longer attentive to anyone as she’s now very busy coloring her heart with the colored pens he just brought with him right back. “Mom, why does Claret always want me to be a prince? I want to be a doctor and save everyone!” Nate toothily complained to his mother which took her and Claret’s mother by surprise and sooner amused. His mom then went down on foot to his level and assured, “Don’t worry, son, you can be a doctor and still be a prince all at once.” “Really?” Amazed at his mother’s statement, Nate’s eyes went wide. Julie, Claret’s mother spoke this time, “Really, Nate.” “I’d love that!” Said Nate in glee and ran back to Claret who was now coloring a different heart. After all, Nate is still Nate who’d do everything in his power to repair and restore Claret’s failing heart.

"I'm going to become the world's most powerful wind mage." Mages are rare and powerful existences that can change the world with their abilities, like living, breathing forces of nature. Countries and nations collect and raise these special talents to be powerful weapons in their arsenal in a long going cold war between kingdoms, as the tenuous peace that had lasted for centuries is coming to an end, Arcadia and the Skelian Empire are close to an all-out magical war, and the young prodigy wind mage Drace is caught in the middle of it all. Drace owes his life to his mentor, Sebastian Claret, after the man saves him from a cold fate worse than death at the hands of the Skelian Empire. Now, after three years of mana strengthening and rudimentary training, Drace is fully prepared to begin learning advanced applications for his wind magic, at the Arcadian Academy for Magic. Given a grand opportunity, Drace is thrust into a new world of power and politics where he will discover friends, enemies, and a fiery tempered noble girl named Rose that may have more in common with his existence than anyone he’s ever met. He will need to become stronger to protect not only himself but the friends and loved ones he now has, before tenebrous nightmares from his past threaten to swallow whole his new life once more. Tapas has my story with Italics, because webnovel wants you to simp for them for even the most simple of english language formatting. Also found on Tapas! - https://tapas.io/series/Storm-and-Shadow/info Early Chapters! - https://www.patreon.com/BastianCole Artwork by Abi_boge

I Simone Roux Abreo vows to do everything in my power to become Hawk Monsanto's woman. His other woman. Yes, you heard me right. His other woman, his mistress, the third party, his flavour of the month-call it whatever you want. Intriguing? Well, it's neither his billions that interest me nor his power. Not even his ever gorgeous looks bother me at all, honestly. I just want him for one reason. His fiancée, the ever famous ballerina Feather Clarete owes me big time and I wanted her to pay with the most precious thing that I desired.... Her broken heart. ---- I, Hawk Valerio Monsanto promised as a child that I will become great and wealthy one day. Great and wealthy enough to become the perfect match sa nagiisang tagapagmata ng Casa Dela Estrellas. After years of thorough hard work, I had finally reached my goal and the Claretes eventually gave me their precious daughter's hand in marriage. Pero sadyang mapaglaro ang tadhana. When I thought I'm very ready to get tied, I unexpectedly stumbled upon something I could not take my eyes off. And before my devotion for Feather and my own fucking rationality could ever warn me, I had fallen into something... Daring. Wild. Treacherous. And something unfortunately...my billions cannot buy.

Felix Claret is used to disappointment, he's long since given up on having any expectations for anything ever. Even so, he's uniquely let down when two strangers get into a fight while he's working a graveyard shift. Now a handsome stranger introduces him into a dark ancient world, but with the best possible intentions. He probably means well, but to Felix, it sounds like a pain in the neck. 

~ It all began, when a lone Amberite trodded the dusty chasms of a world deep wherein no single entity could survive. Bloody, limping, unable to contain his body from succumbing to the damage yet the adrenaline remained. In this here darkness the Ghost of a God made his way... Loose claret like fluids ran all over his now creased suit, tainting his knack for perfection even then at this current time his apparel wasn't the focus, escaping this gorge was. ~ Falling to his knees onto ashen floors, clusters of the dead's burnt remains flutter into the atmosphere, the boney entities that had shattered upon his wake are the only resonating remnants in this space.